[ The hardened look in her eyes dims slightly, replaced with confusion as she watches Ichigo wrench a pipe free, looking for all intents and purposes like he's posed to defend himself - though against what, she's not sure. It's a blessing in disguise that the situation's turned perplexing enough that she doesn't immediately rebuff him for denying that he's the offending whisperer but the anger on her face hasn't drained away either.
If it wasn't him, who else could it have been?
"You don't want to help her. All she does is take, and take. When there's nothing left, she'll leave you too." The voice is closer, and to Nami, it bears a striking similarity to the sound of her sister, Nojiko at her most spiteful (a thing Nami hoped to never have to hear again now that Coco Village was free, but alas).
Wincing, she backs up another step, her lips parting as though she intends to object to either the mention of ghosts in their midst or leaving him behind to settle it, but the feeling of being so thoroughly and unexpectedly exposed like this keeps her walking backward, putting more space between herself, him, and the smugly disembodied voice still whispering silkily from just a few paces behind them. ]
I– [ Wish you hadn't heard that. Was stupid for trying to make friends. Think you should leave. Murky marine colored eyes cloud with emotion, her open notebook hugged against her stomach as she hustles away, keeping to the right but not entirely paying attention to where she's going - a rare thing for someone like Nami, but she's not thinking straight, not with those whispered words ringing in her ears and bouncing around the confines of her brain. That's not who she is, that's not who she wants to be, and yet, even a world away in a basement with a stranger, it seems there's no reprieve from the past for her. ]
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If it wasn't him, who else could it have been?
"You don't want to help her. All she does is take, and take. When there's nothing left, she'll leave you too." The voice is closer, and to Nami, it bears a striking similarity to the sound of her sister, Nojiko at her most spiteful (a thing Nami hoped to never have to hear again now that Coco Village was free, but alas).
Wincing, she backs up another step, her lips parting as though she intends to object to either the mention of ghosts in their midst or leaving him behind to settle it, but the feeling of being so thoroughly and unexpectedly exposed like this keeps her walking backward, putting more space between herself, him, and the smugly disembodied voice still whispering silkily from just a few paces behind them. ]
I– [ Wish you hadn't heard that. Was stupid for trying to make friends. Think you should leave. Murky marine colored eyes cloud with emotion, her open notebook hugged against her stomach as she hustles away, keeping to the right but not entirely paying attention to where she's going - a rare thing for someone like Nami, but she's not thinking straight, not with those whispered words ringing in her ears and bouncing around the confines of her brain. That's not who she is, that's not who she wants to be, and yet, even a world away in a basement with a stranger, it seems there's no reprieve from the past for her. ]